So, soon Susan called the number. The voice of the answering machine, or perhaps it was voice-mail, prompted her to leave her name and number. After a...slight hesitation, she had done so. This was on a Thursday afternoon, and she finally received a return call on her cell phone the following morning. The caller, Peter, told her that he was returning her call, and that he supposed she was calling in response to his ad in the paper. Susan responded that she hadindeed .“I’d like to set up a meeting. I turned to Pam.“Here. Adrienne wants to talk to you,” I said.She looked mortified.“The Adrienne?” she asked.“Yes, the Adrienne. She’s going to hook you up with clothes.”Pam snatched the phone out of my hand. I walked away because there was a lot of laughing, and I had a feeling it was at my expense. Tracy found me looking at bras that had clips on the bra strap.“Those are nursing bras,” Tracy said.I closed my eyes and tried not to look mortified. This suddenly became very real to me.“That was. My supper eaten, I decided that I couldn't just sit around as if nothing had happened, so I took myself down to the working men's club where I could more or less guarantee that I'd see a few friendly faces. It is where my dad used to bring me and my brother, Eddie, on a Sunday lunchtime while mum cooked the dinner. Dad doesn't come here so often any more; not since Eddie got killed in Helmand Province. I never felt that Eddie was dad's favourite or anything, but he was the oldest son, so I can. I locked eyes with his as my legs started to shake, the vibrations hitting my g spot as I screamed, my other hand twisting in the sheets. “Oh fuuuuck!” I cried out, pounding the toy in and out of my tight cunt, not being able to take it anymore, giving in to my desires. Wet slaps resounded, his moans clearly audible, the tension palpable as I started rolling my hips faster. His moans only spurred me on. “Look at that little pussy, it’s going to take your cock so good! Oh fuckk me, I need you!”.